Page 60 of Demon Rejected
Ziggy smelled like sex. My wolf was so horny for him. All I could think of was tasting him deeply and allowing him to fill me.
I read about sex, and there are so many things I wanted to try. The idea of making his knees weak and listening to his moans as he was standing tall in front of me in the open desert under the light of the moon drove me crazy. My arousal made the inside of my naked thighs slippery and wet with the spilled juices. When our eyes locked and my lips landed on his cock I felt it again, freedom associated with fucking. There was something about being in the elements with a man you desire and who desires you.
As I prepared myself to allow his semen to coat my throat, Ziggy pushed me on my back. He replaced his cock with tongue, which licked and kissed me greedily.
“Don’t leave a corner of my soul untouched." Ziggy was a poet?
We didn’t care about the dirty ground, the dust, or the small plants we squashed in the process of rolling around. I found myself fully impaled on his impressive, curved cock, filled to the brink and loving the warmth that was surrounding me, body and spirit. Ziggy sat on the ground, making sure I was comfortable. His hips matched my movements, thrusting and pushing. My lips landed on his neck again while his fingers found my hair and pulled softly. Our sweaty bodies moved together faster with an animal hunger. We both looked human, but there was nothing human about our fucking.
I called out when my release hit me hard, so loud the coyote that cries in the distance was reduced to silence. Ziggy’s growl filled my ears and my body.
I lay on his chest, cuddled close to his heartbeat, feeling it inside me as if it was my own.
“Scarlett?”
“Hm?”
“I’d love to stay with you like this forever, but I have a cactus sticking in my ass."
A loud laugh filled the air around us as I got up and allowed him to stand up. He kissed me. Our bodies entangled, dancing under the silver rays of the dark moon.
“Do you feel okay?"
I waited a bit. I wasn’t sure what to say. “Yes, I think I am."
He nodded. Ziggy won’t pry. He will give me time to tell him when I will be ready. “Scarlett, I hate to ask….”
“There’s never anything good that starts this way." I watched him. His face looked stern. Ziggy is a wall of muscle. I loved to admire him from my knees. It was a wonderful image that made me hot and tingly, and that will land in my spank bank.
“I understand if you don’t want to tell me. Are you a Fire Wolf?"
I don’t trust anyone, or at least I no longer did. I trusted Matt and it broke my heart, but Ziggy…. Damn, Ziggy earned my trust. He always got my back and proved it time and time again.
Closing my eyes, I called Sparky. She asked me if I was sure, and I told her yes. She’s only met Matt, but I trusted him and saw what happened. Sparky appeared next to me. Ziggy took a step back before he realized that he had to hold his spot. She was gorgeous, a large wolf made of flames in yellow, orange, and red shades. Her eyes sparkled like red flaming gems. Ziggy stood there looking at her. Sparky sat in front of me, protective and calm, watching him with all her attention.
“This is my Fire Wolf, Sparky. Sparky, meet Ziggy.”
Ziggy knelt in front of Sparky in awe of her strength and beauty.
“Can I touch her?"
“No, she’ll burn you. Not out of bad intention, she’s just hot like that."
“What about you?"
“I’m hot too.”
“You know what I mean."
“I’m okay with fire. It doesn’t burn me at all." To show him, I started caressing Sparky’s back. She leaned against my naked form.
“How?"
“I have no idea. Sparky was always here, always my protector. For a long time, I believed I imagined her. My therapist made me believe I made up a Fire Wolf as a child to give my fears a form and that it was me who started those fires. It was me, but with Sparky. I don’t slip anymore. I’m in control of her. She doesn’t come to me in my dreams only.”
Sparky looked relaxed, at ease, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
“When the others find out..."